"The wise man does at once what the fool does finally" - Niccolo Machiavelli independent Erwin Smith / SnK RP blog. ✗ multiverse;✗ semi-selective; ✗ OC selective; I track the tag: commanderesmith ( This blog will contain spoilers.)
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[[ alright alright alright I haven't been on this blog in over a year! Whew ;; I'd love to get back into the rp scene 'round here (because my muse has returned!) but since so much has changed, I'm unsure if I could be a properly edited partner ;; I'll try to update my wishlist, but in the meantime, if you'd like to rp something, hit me up! - mun ]]
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12 days of SNK: Day 1
Favorite Male Character: Eʀᴡɪɴ Sᴍɪᴛʜ
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By toritori
「Permission to reprint granted by artist!」
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The best/worst part of Eruri is au’s where Erwin doesn’t have to be a war-hardened soldier and he’s just a normal guy like a nerdy history teacher who gets passionate about craft beer selections. Because like, we all see that potential in him that in another life he would have been a giant golden retriever but the world made him become a machine and oh my god I’m making myself sad please protect Erwin Smith at all costs.
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Do not picture your OTP having a kid and losing said kid in a ball pit.
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立体机动 悬挂 kiss(☆
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artificial affection.
w/ » shxrtylevi
Smith to testing bay 4C.
The communication device on his wrist pinged and the familiar voice of the facility's android secretary rang out at him. Erwin didn't even bother to voice a response; he quickly poked at a button that signified that he had received the order and understood. Documents on the prototype he would be in charge of testing today were sent to his communicator within seconds of receiving the new assignment. The holographic screen opened at the blond's command and he stopped in his tracks to scroll through the notes.
Another companion-type model.
An inaudible complaint rang through the scientists' brain. Why were they still trying to perfect this type of android? In the past two months, Erwin had tested three other failed robots. The first time, the robot couldn't learn further than a second grade level. The second prototype short-circuited and rebooted about six hours into the test; and the third was promising, but had a faulty memory chip. The development team were cranking these bots out far too quickly.
Erwin stepped onto the moving floor panel that would lead him to the room he was instructed to work in. On either side of the hallway, other testers interacted with their charges. Some models were to be factory workers, janitors, or even high-processing problem-solvers to be used in laboratories. The moving floor stopped him gently in front of a door toward the end of the hallway.
Present authentication.
At the prompt, Erwin offered his wrist to the small panel to the right of the door. The metal door slid open and the blond stepped inside. With one last check to the notes on the computer at his wrist, Erwin shut down the communicator and looked upon the model he'd be testing. The notes claimed that this model was hypersensitive to learning and other inputs, but the disappointments he'd suffered recently made Erwin wary.
Thankfully, the android had been powered on. His eyes lingered on where he knew some of the robot's joints were -- the neck and shoulders in particular. With a step closer, Erwin was leaned in to get a good look. This one was practically seamless. Impressive.
"Hm," he hummed thoughtfully, stepping back once again. Bringing up the notes on the hologram once again, Erwin spoke for the first time, "L-352963."
A pause.
"Repeat model number."
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rescue me.
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7:45 AM -- a time so early it was almost unholy.
The underclassmen buzzed around with their bright yellow folders tightly in hand. On the first day, it was ridiculously easy to tell which class each of the students were from. The Freshmen all looked worried they'd be late, backpacks and art totes overtaking their small frames that were completely dolled up for their first day of college. Second years looked less worried and had far less tucked under their arms. It ranged all the way up to the senior class who looked as if they'd just rolled out of bed and carried basically only their pencils and school-issued planners.
Being a school ambassador meant Erwin was one of the few senior students who looked presentable. The palatable yellow school-printed t-shirt and official demeanor set him apart from most of the other students. Underclassmen scurried up to him and offered him their schedule in hopes he'd be able to point them in the right direction.
Considering it was nearing 8:30 and classes were starting, most of the halls had cleared out. After deciding that his job was finished, Erwin began to make his way to his own morning class.
"Do you need help finding a classroom?" he offered a short, dark-haired student he found in an upstairs hallway. Where it was simple to determine which year the other students were in, this student was more of a mystery. Erwin could gather that he wasn't in his senior class, but couldn't quite but an exact year on him. He didn't look frazzled, but also didn't quite look like he'd seen two full years of college. Sophomore? That was a good guess.
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replies: 8 || starters: 2 || plotting: kinda open
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gonna try to knock out a good chunk of those drafts, but classes start up again tomorrow and I'm kind of anxious about it. because of classes and whatnot, I'm not sure how active I'll be until I settle into a routine. thank you so much for being so patient!
#ooc;;#tbd;;#[ so much new anime tho ]#[ also my costume boots just arrived and im very pleased ]#[ prances around the house in large pj pants and tall boots ]
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theres three types of people in the eruri fandom: the ones that think about eruri having sex 24/7, the ones that live for domesticity, and the ones who think of nothing but heart-breaking angst
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semi-selective ○ mun has 8+ yrs exp ○ nsfw acceptable
friendly mun ○ new muse ○ aus encouraged ○ mun 18+
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#promo;;#[ i don't know if anyone knows any yowapeda blogs but it's worth a shot??? ]#[ i made this and i don't want it to be for nothin ]#queuemmander handsome
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eruri week day idk; home
little something cos i reeaally want to participate but dont have that much time for anything grand so have some flannel blankets and tea
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"I hope I am worthy of your trust," he replied flatly.
"Enough of that," Erwin said, waving his hand to dismiss the somber conversation. "What do you have planned for the day?"
He narrowed his eyes at the commander, "People tend to break that trust. That is all."

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skip ⇨ event morning
Pulling himself out of bed was hard. Too hard. Though the memo they sent around the office for the event labeled it as optional, it was anything but for Erwin. His boss basically told him that, for him, it was mandatory.
Not to mention that he was to meet the boss' son today.
Taking extra care to make sure he looked presentable, Erwin checked himself in his small bathroom mirror and combed his hair over for he second time that morning before moving to knot the tie that that dangled about his neck. The mid-blue colored fabric was neatly tied when he finally shrugged into his dark suit jacket and prepared to leave.
There was no parking and it seemed like almost all of his coworkers were in attendance, anyway. Before he got out of his car, Erwin sent out a short post of complaint.
office party time. time for a ton of awkward conversation and even drunker higher-ups. wish me luck.
have we met? / radicalarlert
Armin couldn’t help but laugh at the reply to his tweet and shook his head.
Shhhh what paper? I don’t know what you’re talking about. psh. I only know about this Netflix.
Armin smiled and put his phone away to avoid putting the paper off even longer. He knew he needed to write it, he was only going to waste more time and end up cramming later. It took about twenty minutes before he realized he had fallen asleep, waking up to a cat on his face and no more cookies. “Cat, you poor no-named slob.” He said almost fondly, moving his cat, closing the computer, moving the plate to his bedside table, and giving into sleep.
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I saw this floating around so I made it transparent
you’re welcome
oh look I fixed it
#[ okay but seriously this is me ]#[ you are all saints im sorry ]#[ slam dunk me into the trash bin ]#ooc;;#queuemmander handsome
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